I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 302 The Disciple Who Loved His Bird Too Much

Chapter 302: Chapter 302 The Disciple Who Loved His Bird Too Much

Ancient. Terrifying. Unfathomably powerful.

Sweat instantly formed along Emery’s temples, her body going rigid as her breath hitched.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest, and for a fleeting moment, she felt as though her very soul might be consumed by the overwhelming presence.

How could something like that…

Exist within such a small, unassuming creature?

Before her thoughts could spiral further, a calm voice broke through the suffocating pressure.

“It seems you’ve met my new pet, Emery,” Lin Feng said casually. “Our cute little friend. Let’s call it… Little Chicken.”

His words snapped her back to reality.

The burning world vanished. The phoenix disappeared. The overwhelming pressure dissipated as if it had never existed.

Emery inhaled sharply, her body trembling ever so slightly as she forced herself to take another breath.

For a moment longer, she was certain that if the vision had persisted, her mind might have shattered entirely.

Slowly, she turned her gaze back toward the tiny creature.

It stood there innocently, tilting its head as if nothing had happened.

But this time…

Emery looked at it with unmistakable fear in her eyes.

She had lived for more than ten thousand years in this world, witnessing countless wonders and horrors alike.

Ancient beasts that could blot out the heavens, divine artifacts capable of shattering mountains, and peerless geniuses who rose and fell like fleeting stars… none of it had ever truly shaken her composure.

And yet, at this very moment, her gaze remained locked onto something so small, so utterly unassuming, that it felt almost absurd.

A tiny chicken.

And yet, within that tiny body, she could sense a power so vast and unfathomable that even her soul trembled faintly in response.

It was the first time in her long life that she had encountered such a strange existence.

Her brows furrowed ever so slightly as a thought slowly surfaced in her mind, growing clearer with each passing second.

“Is this little chicken’s true form an ancient monster?” she wondered inwardly.

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. After all, she had not been present earlier.

She had not witnessed the scene earlier this afternoon… how Lin Feng had casually picked up a brush, painted the figure of a simple chicken onto a canvas, and then, as if defying all logic and reason, breathed life into it.

From ink and strokes alone, he had created a living being, one that now stood before her with an aura that could make even ancient existences wary.

Such a method… it was beyond unheard of. It was something that should not exist within the boundaries of this world.

Flap!

The crisp sound of wings snapping through the air broke her train of thought.

The little chicken fluttered its wings lightly, its small body rising just a few inches into the air. Its bright, beady eyes gleamed with unmistakable intelligence and a hint of mischief.

It clearly understood the fear and caution directed toward it and rather than being bothered, it seemed to revel in it.

It puffed out its chest proudly, its tiny beak tilting upward in a smug, almost arrogant manner, as if it were silently declaring its superiority.

Without the slightest hesitation, it flew straight toward Lin Feng and landed neatly on his left shoulder.

Perch.

The movement was smooth and natural, as though it had done so countless times before.

Once settled, the little chicken tilted its head from side to side, carefully observing each of the women standing nearby.

Its gaze lingered on them one by one, as if assessing their worth, its tiny eyes glinting with an inexplicable sharpness that made even seasoned cultivators feel uncomfortable under its scrutiny.

For a brief moment, no one dared to move.

Then, seemingly satisfied, the little chicken gave a soft, content chirp before lowering its body and tucking in its wings.

It nestled comfortably against Lin Feng’s shoulder, as if that spot belonged to it alone.

The contrast was almost surreal.

A creature that exuded such terrifying, ancient power… now behaving like a harmless, spoiled pet.

And yet, no one present dared to treat it as such.

Dinner came and went in what felt like the blink of an eye.

At first, Yun Wanqing had been certain that there would be an excess of food left untouched.

Emery had already prepared a lavish spread, each dish rich in aroma and spirit, enough to feed far more than the few of them present.

Wanting to make a good impression, Yun Wanqing had personally added several more dishes of her own, carefully crafted with both skill and intention, hoping to win a bit of favor from Lin Feng.

By all logic, the table should have been overflowing with leftovers.

And yet…

Not a single dish remained.

Yun Wanqing’s eyes lingered on the empty table, her thoughts momentarily blank.

Lin Feng had eaten everything.

Plate after plate, bowl after bowl… nothing was spared. His movements were steady and unhurried, yet somehow relentless, as if the food had simply vanished the moment it came within his reach.

There was no sense of gluttony in his demeanor, no loss of composure. He ate as naturally as one would breathe, calm and composed, as though this was simply a part of his daily routine.

What shocked her most was that he showed no embarrassment at all.

It was as if such a display required no explanation.

Yun Wanqing could not conceal the astonishment on her beautiful face.

Her eyes widened ever so slightly, and for a brief moment, she simply stared at him, trying to reconcile the refined, unfathomable man before her with the scene she had just witnessed.

Lin Feng noticed.

He paused, lifting his gaze toward her. His expression remained composed, but there was a quiet seriousness behind his eyes.

“There is much suffering in this world,” he said calmly. “Countless people go hungry every single day. Compared to them, what I am doing is nothing.”

His voice was steady, neither boastful nor self-righteous.

“The least I can do is not waste the food placed before me.”